edit @3, january 09: NEW & IMPROVED (see update below).
hoorah! 2008's almost done. *beaming as if i achieved sump'n* wait... how the hell did that happen? i mean, the 2008 stuff? it seems like only yesterday when — nah, i ain't going there. anyway, thank fuckity fuck that this year — which actually found me working for a living (WTF?) — is finally over. naturally, the working bit made it all the worse, mainly since too many people (all of whom think they're teh funny) made the same crack when they learnt i was soiling my hands, working for a living. to a (wo)man, they all said, txtd or mailed sump'n to the effect of 'Where's SG and what did you do with her?'
the smrt ones thought they were being oh, so clever by sticking in my first name but their intent was loud and clear. in all truth, the working bit has its uses cause it serves to take my mind off other things, but we don't wanna go there either, now (or ever, actually). anyway, in the spirit of those awards when the person stands on a poorly decorated, cheapass podium holding some outrageously garish statuette that prolly weighs a tonne, first i wanna thank Daddy (RIP) and my mother and sister for laying the foundation that caused me to bolt way back when and made me what i am today (whatever that is). *whispers* it's too bad (for me) they didn't wait at least ten more years, but hey.
with that outta the way, Hunter and i wish youse all the best of bestest wishes for 2009, whether i know y'all in meatspace or not. i ain't gonna name names cause the last time i did, people were miffed at the order in which i remembered them and naturally, i forgot a few biggies so i'm not gonna even think of doing it tonight. hmmm... reading up it's obvious i have no idea what i'm talking about (yup, thass my normal) but i'm hoping this shit — the 'not naming names' stuff — at least pleases the majority.
anyway, i've gotta double super-secret special Guest Star here, someone from Brixton who very reluctantly dragged his very fine ass waaaay the hell over here to Bristol, in order to enjoy the pleasure *snigger* or whatever of my company tonight (and to cook for me). i think i accidentally touched his pity gland, especially after threatening to cry myself to sleep (or Valium myself out) but my motto is Whatever Works *whispers* especially when it comes to Getting My Way. *snigger*
um... 'Now, where was I?' — right, happy new year and alla that. here's hoping 2009 is much better for The World (Obama!) and everybody in it than 2008. peace out, yo. :-)
NEWSFLASH! woo-hoooo! *happy grrl dancing* what a way to start and end the year: big hugs, kisses and congratulations to Dave and Electric Landlady. Dave: 'I asked and she said Yes' — and he got the Best Birthday Present Ever. as well, they made history in our snobby (oops, i mean) cosy little corner of the Alabama 3 cognoscenti: it'll be the First FreeA3 Wedding EVer and it couldn't happen to a more lovely couple than Dave and EL. Hunter and i are sending our biggest best wishes to you both along with all our love. *hearts*
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